I marched into that garage in the pouring rain wearing my son's bicycle helmet, and I asked a man with a skull on his sign to save my freezer.
He said no.
I didn't leave.
I've been holding everything alone for six years — a bakery that can't open, a nine-year-old who needs a father I can't give him, and a smile I put on at four in the morning so nobody asks how I'm really doing.
Reaper doesn't smile. He doesn't talk. He hasn't let anyone close since he buried his wife.
But he fixes my van. He teaches my son to read a tape measure. He shows up in that alley every day and never once asks for anything.
And when the world starts closing in, he's the only one still standing there.
I swore I'd never lean on anyone again.
So why does it feel like falling?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
He said no.
I didn't leave.
I've been holding everything alone for six years — a bakery that can't open, a nine-year-old who needs a father I can't give him, and a smile I put on at four in the morning so nobody asks how I'm really doing.
Reaper doesn't smile. He doesn't talk. He hasn't let anyone close since he buried his wife.
But he fixes my van. He teaches my son to read a tape measure. He shows up in that alley every day and never once asks for anything.
And when the world starts closing in, he's the only one still standing there.
I swore I'd never lean on anyone again.
So why does it feel like falling?
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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